Like a mommy blog. Except I'm not a mommy. And it's about extreme DIY and homesteading. And food, food, food. And gardening in fishnets. And moonshine makin'. And the fine mess I've gotten us into this time. So not at all like a mommy blog. Ok, you know what, just read the damn blog.

Today I send you, my merrymaking marshmallow-y misfits, off on your holiday weekends with this bit of…something. Last night I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was filled with a sense of urgency. Urgency to do…this.

Then I promptly forgot about it until an hour ago, when The Boy told me he liked my fruit. I was just about to thank him for the compliment with a spontaneous “fruit” shimmy when I remembered–oh. My fruit. As in, the bananas I desecrated last night. Right.

I’m guessing that last banana is there as the silent observer. All I know is that at 4 AM, it was EXTREMELY important to me that he be left blank.

My art, MY ART, EET EES VERRYYY EEMPORTANTE!

Well, there you have it. This is the way my brain works in the middle of the night. Apparently. Now if we could take this sort of twisted behavior and somehow re-orient it towards something constructi–

Nah.

Go get in trouble, darlings. And then come back and tell me ALL about it!